Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.